I decided that I am going to collect pretty people. There is nothing more that can come from people. So this is what I will take, the images of them. For that's what I now see people as... nothing more than something to look at. Their words are hollow, and thoughts and feelings generic and fading. They look good in artworks....like snow looks good in photographs. It's beautiful in photographs but I'd rather not be in it's presence. In it's presence I feel cold....if I were to hold it in my arms it would only fade away. You are my snow.